Dylan Campbell

IN OUR TWO-STOREY OFFICE in Oakleigh in Melbourne’s eastern suburbs, the clock struck 4.30am, the automatic fluorescent lights went off again, and the four of us sat forlornly at our desks in the light of our computer screens. Staff journalist Louis Cordony, barely old enough to buy liquor without ID, was despatched to weave through the dark, empty cubicles to turn the lights back on. As a new team and for me, as a new editor, it was our first-ever MOTOR magazine deadline sometime in 2013. We barely knew what we were doing.

But we were living the dream. We all wanted to work for MOTOR as teenagers.

Over the years we got better at producing the magazine on time, but only just. For the seven